"Yes, Sect Leader!"
The crowd quickly responded.
Eager to return home, they were delighted about the advancement of time.
However, Zi Ran was somewhat taken aback.
"Sect Leader Wen, why such urgency?"
She had intended to discuss the matter of her hand and talk about magic stones tomorrow, aiming to gain a deeper understanding of both.
Wen Ping replied, "There are matters at the Sect to attend to."
"Alright then, I won't detain Sect Leader Wen any longer. By the way, Sect Leader Wen, it may take me about ten days to half a month to reach East Lake, during which what about my hand…"
"It won't relapse within this time."
"Good."
Zi Ran sighed with relief.
...
After such a night, following Zi Ran's warm hospitality, Wen Ping boarded the flying ship at dawn the next day.
When the flying ship took off, Zi Ran once again expressed a look of surprise.
Having never seen a flying ship.
Nor had she heard of ships flying.
